Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Luxembourg and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Thee Headcoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Porter Ricks,
The Remains,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Smooth,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra,
Charles Mingus,
Alphaville,
Danielle Patucci,
The Invisible,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yellowson,
Bang On A Can,
Brick,
R.M.O.,
Harmonia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends,
Zapp,
Deepchord,
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Graham Central Station,
Altered Images,
Mission of Burma,
Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
JFA,
Banda Bassotti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deadbeat,
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Procol Harum,
Tommy Roe,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Don Cherry,
Joyce Sims,
The Neon Judgement,
Agitation Free,
Sandy B,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Drexciya,
Crime,
Amon Düül,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deakin,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liliput,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.